He tugs Ramon forwards to was the soap out, positioning him under the spray with a grin.
"Tonight? Or in the morning. For the tapes."
Random likes killing the way he likes most of his vices. He doesn't like seeing it hurt people, he doesn't like the idea of it very much, and he doesn't appreciate it when people around him do it careless. The same way he felt about sleeping with Ramon, when he first came to the bar.
But here he is, ten months later, wrapped in his vice's arms. And here he is, nine thousand years later, body practically singing with the rush of spilt blood.
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He tugs Ramon forwards to was the soap out, positioning him under the spray with a grin.
"Tonight? Or in the morning. For the tapes."
Random likes killing the way he likes most of his vices. He doesn't like seeing it hurt people, he doesn't like the idea of it very much, and he doesn't appreciate it when people around him do it careless. The same way he felt about sleeping with Ramon, when he first came to the bar.
But here he is, ten months later, wrapped in his vice's arms. And here he is, nine thousand years later, body practically singing with the rush of spilt blood.